She seemed almost surprised to be approached, although he couldn’t figure out why; she was beautiful just on site and when she smiled at him the entire room glowed. Leo returned her smile with a slight chuckle. “Lady Luck must be on your side, although it is a shame I missed an angel descending from heaven.” She looked like one despite her dress being a mixture of black and white; perhaps next year the Foxwoods should host a heaven and hell party so he could witness how she’d look with wings. Suddenly the entire ordeal with the other young lady seemed to have left his mind; he hadn’t spoken to her before and probably would avoid her for the foreseeable future now that she’d shown what kind of woman she was.
Why then, she was apologizing was beyond him; as far as Leo knew she was neither of the Foxwood brothers (and if she was he’d need to get head checked), which left her no reason to do so. Blue hues were drawn toward his tie, and he clicked his tongue together as he spotted the black stain that had soaked into the fabric. “At least it’s still a part of the theme.” He joked as he moved to untie the fabric from his neck; Leo wasn’t worried about a white tie that could easily be replaced, but if it interested the young lady to fret about him, he was going to milk it. He could think of much better ways to put the tie to use than around his neck, anyway.
“It is my favorite tie,” He hummed then, and with one final inspection, hung the tie loosely back around his neck. “But I wouldn’t ask you to dirty your hands on my account Miss…?” Leo nearly rolled his eyes. The tie was useless to him; if he wanted to get a stain out himself he probably knew a spell for that. “But I am thankful for the offer.” He added, with a smile. She looked like the kind of woman who would want to help anyway. He wondered if that was true.